Always behold the wrath of a kind man

I have an unhealthy obssesion with this contrast tbh.

I'm re-watching Transformers Prime after some years and man how i love that show <3

Sketching my two fav bots from the show as a treat (for me)

Remember that one fic Pressure? Oh yeah, and guess what >:)

I finally finished Rusty quill gaming!!!

Omg this podcast holy shit man like 10/10 I cannot express how much I loved it. One day y’all might get my rant but for now

fhdjdhhshdhsh OMG bahdhdhdh THE EPILOGUE!! Urhdhdhdhd THE ENDING!!

☆Oikawa Tōru☆

Requested by @princesstooru

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Relationship: Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Characters: Lan Huan | Lan XichenMeng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: PWP; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Fanfic Italia P0rn Fest; blowjob; Anal SexHand Job; Mention of blood; Lan Xichen in hiding Language: English

On the run after Gusu was burnt down, Lan Xichen is hiding and recovering from his wounds. What he now fears most, however, is that his unseemly behavior might just have accidentally offended his savior. A Lan should know better than this, he knows, and he is determined to make up for it - except that Meng Yao might turn out to be anything but offended.

Written in January for the Italian p0rn fest #17 @landedifandom, on the prompt "Lan Xichen/Meng Yao - I will take care of you".

This was my first fanfiction in quite a long time, and also my first attempt at translating a story from Italian into English in years. My skills are rusty and it probably shows.

HMA 2022 - intro

a messy sketch to ease back into drawing

@hairoic continued from [x].

She can’t pinpoint exactly when her feelings towards Steve began to evolve again. Maybe back when he’d saved her at the mall. Maybe when he’d risked his life time and time again for the kids. Maybe when he’d shown up after Fred’s death, his face her only reprieve from a waking nightmare; or perhaps when he’d been calling her name, desperately trying to wake her from Henry’s trance. 

Or maybe, she thinks, the feelings never truly left at all.

Trauma has a way of bonding people — sometimes to their detriment — and it’s one of the many reasons why Nancy’s purposefully remained single after her and Steve’s alcohol-fueled breakup years ago. 

—but it’s different with him, isn’t it? They’d liked each other before all of this crazy bullshit had showed itself to them. Surely that had to mean something, right?

     Nance. I miss you.

It’s a brisk October night, yet after Steve’s confession, Nancy feels anything but chilly. Warmth like she’s never known it pools in her gut; and with crimson painted cheeks, she finally allows herself to let the worries go. 

Just for a moment. Let me just have a moment. 

All thoughts of the Upside Down, of Max, of Henry, of the impending danger they’re all facing — all of it is released with a soft, tiny exhale against Steve’s mouth. Already are her arms shifting to wrap around him, the embrace one she desperately wants to hold onto. ❝ Steve. ❞ It’s said against his mouth, for she’s only pulled her face back just enough to take a breath. ❝ I’ve missed you, too. ❞ 

There’s moisture in her eyes, Nancy’s glassy blue gaze focused entirely on the man in front of her. They’d needed to break it off back then — for they both had learning to do, growing to do; but now?

She can’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be.  It terrifies her more than any monster ever could.

❝ You know, I kind of thought you’d call me out on that, what with me jumping in the lake after you. ❞ It’s said with a breathless little laugh, her mouth curled upwards with endless affection. Of course they both know she’d have jumped in for anyone — but Steve is one of the people who knows her best in this world; has known who she was before all of this tragedy, and how these disasters have made her slightly reckless. 

Especially when it comes to those she loves.

❝ I’m so scared, ❞ she admits, and by god is it difficult to say. Her chest burns with the weight of the world, and only as Nancy’s forehead touches Steve’s again does it feel slightly eased. ❝ I’m so scared of not being able to keep everyone safe, and I just — I just, god, you need to be okay. ❞

With a press of her mouth to his, she’s finally kissing him again — and it’s Nancy who's initiated this time, some of her fingers curled delicately into the other’s hair. ❝ Tell me you’ll be safe. Promise me, Steve. No matter what, I need you to be okay. ❞

Can’t believe these dorks have got me writing fanfiction. Anyways...

I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the ask or submission box so sorry but… your new addition to the heretic and the forsaken little au was living absolutely RENT FREE because it was so cute so here you go 👉👈

His daughter is supposed to be a little older here and she has little celestial pins in her hair because I keep imagining him thinking that she was better than any of the fake ones in the sky anyways…. UGHHSHSHHSH.

This is also filled with my head cannons for him?? Because personally I think that everyone is Sumeru is a little too white (even the people from the forest), and also he has like burn scars along the top and sides of his face from being like chased from his village instead of just a straight singular scar. And his slutty waist. But that’s practically cannon yk yk

So here you go🙏🙏 thank you for all you do it’s literally amazing mwah

They’re so adorable! The hairpins are such a nice touch, oh my gosh.

Your art style is also so soft, it’s very fitting for both of them.

Thank you so much for taking the time to draw both of them. Treasuring this forever!

hi sel!!! Hope ur doing well n having an extremely amazing dayyy❤️❤️❤️

I came across this tweet where jjk’s screenwriter shares his description of gojo n my couldn’t help but think of ur gojo in col. n also gojo in augustinewrites’ fushigojo series!

https://x.com/svtorusfav/status/1755283213394604273?s=46

“he has a soft heart and when poked, he can be weak” n emotionally vulnerable. im particularly fond of augustine’s and ur gojo fics coz they really highlight this side of him n i havent seen many do that…that’s why they’re my favs!!

Sel, i’ve seen u say that ur col gojo might be ooc sometimes?! I always thought he was perfectly written, but this interview has made me admire u more coz u just captured his character so immaculately. it’s like u guys have always UNDERSTOOD him n what gojo as a character is really about! there’s that unexplored side of his character that gets overlooked n im so in love with how ur descriptions of him!!

U guys are the bestest!! all the love to u😙🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon omg 🥺 this is the sweetest message ever, i am so happy to see you drop by!!! it feels like clear skies every time!!! 🥺 i hope you're doing well and that your weekend is even better!! 💗

and omg??? that tweet wAAH it makes me so soft 🥺 for you to say that col gojo and augustine's fushigojo gojo reminds you of this satoru WAAH that is such a compliment 😭 i am so touched, i'm sure @augustinewrites will be too once she sees this 😭

you are always so sweet coming in here with such lovely things to say!!! i am sawbing inside 🥹 i adore YOU zuro anon for all the light you bring on here 🥺 thank you thank you so much 🥺 YOU are the bestest!! i am sending you ALLL my love 🥺

Transit + Ambush

AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy.

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TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport.

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Five stops.

Ryangyi sat almost perfectly in the center of the subway, positioned as if she was ready for a photo. Sat up, posture corrected. Her dark hair was tied back casually, a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of her small nose. It wasn’t bright enough for them, but no one seemed to take notice. To her right, her seat was empty. To her left, Sen sat alert, his attention locked on the door closest to them. She could feel his tension, and a hand reached out to give his arm a comforting squeeze. His eyes met her own and the two shared a silent nod.

Four stops.

She can still remember the exact moment she realized her and Sen shared a mutual connection outside of their careers. She was a nosy woman, with a tendency to eavesdrop or look over one's shoulder. A familiar name often popped up on his phone and at some point, Ryangyi felt herself grow suspicious of him. It wasn’t until he finally opened up to her one drunken night that they learned of the correlation in their private lives. A common enemy, one set out to target them both. Staying together like this was either extremely smart or extremely stupid. 

Three stops.

Everytime the transit doors opened, she could feel her throat tighten. Sen shifted slightly in his seat and to other passengers it probably looked as if he were just uncomfortable in the non padded benches. But she knew, and she shared the sentiment. They were so close to being far enough from the threat of… what exactly? She knew who they were running from, but not sure the threat that was made to Sen. All she knew was her name was mentioned to him at some point, and he had shown up in a haste, demanding she pack light and leave with him. 

Two stops.

They were almost there, more and more distance being put between them and Seoul with each passing minute, yet Sen’s unease didn’t dissipate. The unease radiating from him only heightened her own anxieties. The knowledge of danger paired with the ignorance of what exactly that danger is wasn’t a good mix, and suddenly Ryangyi could feel her demeanor match her friends. She trusted him, of course. He never gave her a reason not to. I can’t tell you, not here. Let’s go. Few words were spoken in the past several hours since he appeared at her doorstep, but he had left very little room for anything but escape. 

One stop.

Sen looked over at her, and finally, he stood, taking a hold of her wrist to drag her to the door. The pair waited, his grip a little too tight on her. She ignored the discomfort, knowing he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt her. Her bag was close to her side and she watched as his eyes continued to stay locked on the seam of the two doors in front of them, waiting for the moment it would open. Ryangyi fought the urge to ask him more questions, instead she took a step closer to his side. She didn’t know if their final destination would mark them safe or not, but it was too late to worry about either. For now, she’d let herself be led around. The train car slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. Two things she’d been observing for the past hour, but this time, they seemed to happen much slower. She wanted to look at Sen again, but her gaze was frozen on the unfamiliar scenery of their stop.

Arrived. 

Mugen Train Drama CD Part 3 Analysis

@sukunas-play-thing

I would like to preface this by saying my understanding of this scene is that it is a memory that Kyojuro is dreaming about and not a fabricated memory that he had.

Kyojuro says “I remembered something that happened one day, inside a dream in a place.” I take this to mean “I remembered something that happened, and I happened to remember it while dreaming.”

As Kyojuro falls asleep he wonders about how his father and brother are doing. “Is Senjuro okay? Is my father still depressed?” Even when he is away from home he thinks and worries about them, no doubt worried even more so with the anniversary of Ruka’s death being the next day. His family is always on his mind, just as much as his job is.

Kyojuro’s dream starts near the end of a sparring lesson with Senjuro. It’s not stated how long they’ve been training but Senjuro is struggling to breathe while also putting his all into his fighting. Kyojuro keeps his comments and instructions short and to the point. “Well! One more last blow!” He praises Senjuro again on his final attack “Hm! Seems like it was a sharp blow!” I don’t recall where I read it or saw it, but I remember seeing somewhere that Kyojuro would have tsuguko quit on him because he was too hard on them, which I find interesting because while Kyojuro definitely pushes a bit, compared to the other Hashira he is a very good cultivator. He pushes but still praises and encourages, unlike his fellow Hashira as we see in the Hashira Training Arc. He does it with Mitsuri and he did it with Tanjiro as well. The fact that Senjuro---who was not good enough to do Final Selection-- was able to be trained by him regularly, makes me really wonder about those others who tried to be tsugukos to Kyojuro and ended up quitting.

After they train Senjuro and Kyojuro take a bath, and we get another nod to Kyojuro acknowledging and appreciating simple things in life: “A cool bath after training is wonderful!” Just like how he complimented the shop-keeper’s glass bell. But Kyojuro doesn’t focus conversation on this, just like with his teaching and other interactions, he has a point, something that needs to be said, and he says it. It’s not a long pause, but he does pause before apologizing to Senjuro for having him take care of the house all the time. Senjuro brushes it off, and the tone in which he says “It’s okay” is genuine. And I feel this is significant because this felt like an opening to have Senjuro express whether or not this bothered him, and while we can argue about whether or not it should bother him or if Senjuro should be doing the housework by himself,  here Senjuro says it doesn’t bother him. It’s not that different from how Kyojuro treats demon slaying. Taking care of the house is something that has to be done, so Senjuro does it.

And yet you can tell that Kyojuro is thinking about how Shinjuro should be helping, because his next question is, “Hasn’t father quit drinking yet?” But it’s not accusatory, or angry--Kyojuro and Senjuro are both such kind people that they aren’t angry about Shinjuro’s short-comings, it just makes them sad. They have every right to be angry, but they aren’t, they care about their father and are genuinely worried about him and are compassionate towards him. Senjuro’s voice is soft as he explains that Shinjuro hardly leaves his room and barely eats.

Kyojuro shows his kindness and empathy as well, asking Senjuro to not hold a grudge against their father and also demonstrating his understanding a bit of why their dad is how he is. “Senjuro, don’t hold a grudge against our father. Losing our mother was too painful.” First off, Kyojuro doesn’t say “don’t be angry” he says “don’t hold a grudge”. Which means he is being understanding of the fact that Senjuro might be angry with their father for how he’s been acting and how he’s abandoned them so far. I appreciate this so much because quietly Kyojuro is affirming that it is okay for Senjuro to feel anger. He’s neither discouraging nor encouraging Senjuro to feel anger, but validating it. Senjuro is someone who would struggle with feeling anger towards someone else, so its great to hear Kyojuro isn’t actively discouraging Senjuro to feel anger.

Kyojuro also acknowledges part of Shinjuro’s emotional struggle and gives Senjuro a very simple explanation of part of why Shinjuro is how he is, “Father’s the way he is because losing our mother was too painful.” It’s interesting that Kyojuro uses this explanation specifically, because while he showed this understanding in the movie and in Gaiden, Kyojuro does know that there are other factors in play for Shinjuro’s change. Even though Kyojuro doesn’t know exactly what those other factors are. Instead of musing or trying to guess Kyojuro sticks with what he knows, that Ruka’s illness and death played a huge part in Shinjuro’s change.

Senjuro internalizes this all the same, and agrees with Kyojuro’s belief that one day Shinjuro will return to how he used to be. It is really endearing to get to listen to Senjuro and Kyojuro bond in the ways that they are the same, willing to be understanding, kind and forgiving when they could easily be bitter and angry about the situation with Shinjuro.

Senjuro then asks Kyojuro for a story about their mother. And the fact that Kyojuro is willing to talk about Ruka with Senjuro--that he is willing to share what little he knows, and that he does this regularly---honestly speaks volumes to his maturity and his love for his mother. Instead of pushing away his memories of her like Shinjuro does, or being upset that Senjuro wants to hear the stories again, Kyojuro embraces the opportunity to talk about her with his little brother.  His love for his mother is so firmly in his heart and mind that he’s able to talk about her happily. With Senjuro, with Mitsuri, with a random store owner. His voice brightens every time he talks about her. Kyojuro goes through the trouble to try and remember something he hasn’t told Senjuro yet, and we get to learn that she enjoyed Noh theater and this is most likely where Kyojuro got his love and interest of it. Ruka may have spoken to Kyojuro about it and promised to take him one day, or they may have actually gone. The fact that her favorite play is the Hagoromo play is interesting as well. You’d have to get @demonslayedher to fact check me but wikipedia’s synopsis for the play is this:

A fisherman is walking with his companions at night when he finds the Hagoromo, the magical feather-mantle of a tennin (an aerial spirit or celestial dancer) hanging on a bough. The tennin sees him taking it and demands its return—she cannot return to Heaven without it. The fisherman argues with her, and finally promises to return it, if she will show him her dance or part of it. She accepts his offer. The Chorus explains the dance as symbolic of the daily changes of the moon. The words about "three, five, and fifteen" refer to the number of nights in the moon's changes. In the finale, the tennin disappears like a mountain slowly hidden in mist.

A celestial being with a mantle (Hmm like the Rengoku HAORI???) and they perform a dance at night, (Breathing styles are basically dances!) And its symbolic of the moon’s daily changes? Hmm…Hmmmmmmmm.

It’s possible she liked the play long before meeting Shinjuro, but the similarities are still interesting to me. And Senjuro craves connection with Ruka so badly, asking Kyojuro if he’s seen the play, and clearly showing his desire to go see it. When Kyojuro says that he hasn’t he offers to take Senjuro some day to which Senjuro replies, “That’s impossible, because you’re always so busy. It would be good if I could at least go on a mission with you, brother.” Think about that, Kyojuro works so damn much that he can’t even take a single day off to take his little brother to go see a play loved by their mother. The Demon Slayer Corp is so disorganized that if Hashira want to spend time with their families, that’s too bad. Because there’s not enough of them to do that. And its heartbreaking to hear the reality of it in Senjuro’s dialogue, of him not even getting to keep his hopefulness of seeing a play with his brother. To have to hear Senjuro state that he knows that’s impossible, and he just asks to be able to go on a mission with Kyojuro. Just one. Senjuro wants to support and help Kyojuro so badly, wants to help carry this heavy family name and mantle but he can’t. He wants to at least be there for him in battle. Even though he knows he isn’t strong enough and he admits to that. Its heartbreaking to me because Senjuro just wants to fully support and care for his family and this scene shows that he feels like he isn’t doing enough, even though he truly is doing more than he thinks.

last reblog-- ok don’t come for me, but i just finished watching the entirety of G/oT... and i have... ideas for Emily >:) ignoring the fact that her FC plays a character in the series, i think Emily would be such a bad ass in this world. she’d thrive with all the fucked up shit happening. mayhaps a general medieval verse for her in the works?? B)))

@gamenu​

       “ fuck. “ the curse is quiet upon her lips, unfitting towards the perfect image that she holds so carefully cultivated. those bright red eyes are narrowed in mild concentration as she looks at the STARK red stain upon the sleeve of her shirt. a true misfortune that she had managed to do something as FOOLISH as spilling her afternoon tea on her own form. she sighs, lifting her phone to look at the time. ah. no time to go home to clean this properly before other, more ILLICIT activities need require her attention. and to appear a mess before her competition was NEARLY as bad as the thought of arriving late. what a conundrum. as she considers her options, her features rearrange back into her TYPICAL porcelain mask, showing no disdain towards her situation.